#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: 3/18/04; 8:09:00 PM >From: "Arana A." <cowgirl_angel_az@yahoo.com> Subject: I Go Back by Kenny Chesney I think this is pretty close; any changes are appreciated. “I go Back” by Kenny Chesney From his CD “When the sun goes Down” Words and music by Kenny Chesney *CAPO ON FIRST FRET Intro: E A E A Verse 1: (E)Jack and Diane painted a picture of a(A) life in my dreams (E)Suddenly this crazy world (A)made more sense to me (E)Well I heard it today and I couldn’t(A) help but sing along (B7?)’Cause every time I hear that song Chorus 1: (E)I go back to a two-tone short-bed Chevy (A)Drivin’ my first love out to the levee (E)Livin’ life with no sense of(A) time (E)I go back to the feel of a 50 yard line (A)A blanket, a girl, and some raspberry wine (E)Wishin’ time would stop right in its(A) tracks (B7?)Every time I hear that(A) song I go (E)back (A) I go (E)back (A) Verse 2: I used to rock all night long to Keep on Rockin’ me Baby At frat parties, college bars, just tryin’ to impress the ladies Well I heard it today and I couldn’t help but sing along ’Cause every time I hear that song Chorus 2: I go back to the smell of an old gym floor And the taste of salt on a Carolina shore After graduation and drinkin’ goodbye to friends I go back to watchin’ summer fade to fall Growin’ up too fast and I do recall Wishin’ time would stop right in its tracks Every time I hear that song I go back I go back Bridge: (B7?)We all have a song that’s (A)somehow stamped our lives (B7?)Takes us to another (A)place and time Chorus 3: So I go back to the pew, a preacher and a choir Singin’ bout God, brimstone and fire And the smell of Sunday chicken after church And I go back to the loss of a real good friend And the 16 summers I shared with him Now only The Good Die Young stops me in my tracks Every time I hear that song I go back I go back To the feel of a 50 yard line A blanket, a girl, and some raspberry wine I go back To watchin’ summer fade to fall Growin’ up too fast and I do recall I go back To the loss of a real good friend And the 16 summers I shared with him I go back I go back I go back